My boyfriend’s younger brother keeps stealing my hoodies. No for real. Freddie’s always nicking them from my drawer or the back of the chair, saying they’re comfier than his own stuff or that he gets cold at night. My boyfriend Oliver just laughs it off. Says his lil’ bro has always been like that. Clingy. Needy for comfort.
Caleb Quinn crashes at his best friend Travis Burke's house for the weekend while his parents are away. He quickly becomes obsessed with Travis's divorced dad, Jack Burke—a rugged, shirtless contractor whose casual nudity and dominant presence drive Caleb wild.
Logan joins a gym to fix his creeping insecurities, but his intense trainer Brock makes every session feel charged in ways he cannot explain. Lingering touches and close spotting blur professional boundaries until a late night workout leaves them both visibly aroused.
We faced off against those rival assholes today, and fuck, I couldn’t focus for shit. Every time I tried to lock in on the pitch, my eyes kept drifting. Their #12…that same tall, blond prick kept stealing my goddamn attention. Yeah, the one who dropped to his knees in the library stairwell this morning and deepthroated me like it was his fucking jo
Jaxon is the hottest freshman on the floor. Six-three. Lanky but filling out fast from the rec center. Dirty blond hair always messy. Quiet voice. Polite smile. Every time he came out of the dorm showers, towel slung low around his hips, water dripping down his chest, abs flexing when he reached for his door key, I would look at him.
Senior year. Psych major. Resident assistant on this quiet third-floor wing for two years now. The job is straightforward most nights. Walk the hall after midnight. Flashlight in hand. Peek under doors. Make sure no one is blasting music through forgotten earbuds or having a meltdown loud enough to wake half the floor. Write up the idiots who break
My boyfriend gives the best blowjob ever. No for real. I’m not exaggerating. Theo can take my dick all the way down, nose pressed right to my pubes, throat hugging every inch like it was made for him. No gag reflex kicking in until the very end, and even then he just powers through it like it’s nothing.
During morning practice on the rival field, I caught sight of this shirtless dude from their team. Blond hair cropped short, abs ripped and glistening with sweat as he stretched deep into a lunge. His happy trail dipped low into those loose shorts, V lines framing everything like an invitation. My cock thickened right there on the dirt, forcing me
The replay from last night wouldn’t quit. The mattress dipping hard under his weight. His arm flopping over my waist because there was nowhere else for a big guy like him. The slow, accidental rock of hips when we both got hard. Then the decision to just do it; side by side, sheet tented, elbows brushing while we stroked ourselves.
No Homo, Just Circumstance is a steamy college baseball series following Marco, a straight-identifying shortstop whose world tilts after a forced hotel room share with his teammate Connor sparks unexpected heat. Through late-night proximity, team tension, and rival encounters, Marco discovers desires he never admitted.